God of freedom, God of justice, you whose love is strong as death, you who saw the dark of prison, you who knew the price of faith -- touch our world of sad oppression with your Spirit's healing breath. Rid the earth of torture's terror, you whose hands were nailed to wood; hear the cries of pain and protest, you who shed the tears and blood -- move in us the power of pity restless for the common good. Make in us a captive conscience quick to hear, to act, to plead; make us truly sisters, brothers of whatever race or creed -- teach us to be fully human, open to each other's needs.